"Are you seriously considering ending our relationship over something so trivial?" Rosalie stared at me, incredulous.
She paused briefly before continuing with a hint of frustration, "Why are you being so petty? It was merely a meal with Tyler, is it really worth all this fuss? Look, I'm busy right now. Take some time to cool off, and we'll discuss this later."
She then moved to answer Tyler's incoming call once more.
This was a familiar pattern. Whenever we clashed, she'd instruct me to settle down by myself.
It often marked the beginning of a silent standoff between us.
But almost invariably, I'd be the one to convince myself, adopting Rosalie's point of view, then making the first move to reconcile and express regret.
Initially, it was because I cared for her and didn't want her to feel hurt. Later, I couldn't let go of our shared history, always believing that if I just held on a bit longer, things would improve once we weathered this storm.